"What frightened you, Gwen?" asked Lady Dashwood. "No harm can come to you--we are by you. Pull yourself together and speak plainly and quietly." Gwen uttered some half-incoherent sounds--one only being intelligible to the two who were bending over her. "A man!" said the Warden, glancing round with surprise. "No man is in the room," said Lady Dashwood. "Did he go out? Did you see him go out?" Gwen raised her face slightly. "No. At the end there--looking!" and again she burst into uncontrollable sobs. The Warden released his arm and walked to the farther end of the room, and Gwen grasped Lady Dashwood's arm and clung to her. The two women could hear the Warden as he walked across to the farther end of the room. Gwen dared not look, but Lady Dashwood turned her head, supporting the girl's head as she did so on her shoulder. The Warden had reached the window. He opened the curtains and looked behind them, then he pulled one sharply back, and into the lighted room came a flood of pale moonlight, and through the chequered window panes could be seen the moon herself riding full above a slowly drifting mass of cloud. "There is nothing in the room. If there were we should see it," said Lady Dashwood quietly, and she turned the girl's face towards the moonlight. "Look for yourself, Gwen. Your fears are quite foolish, my dear, and you must try and control them." So peremptory was Lady Dashwood's voice that the girl, still resting her head on the protecting shoulder, slightly opened her eyelids and saw the moonlight, the drawn curtains and the Warden standing looking back at them. "You can see for yourself that there is nothing here," he said. It was true, there was nothing there--there wasn't _now_: and for the first time Gwen was conscious of pain in her head and put up her hand. There was a lump where she had knocked it, the lump was sore. "Why, you have hurt your head, Gwen," said Lady Dashwood. "That explains everything. A blow on the head is just the thing to make you think you see something that isn't there! Come now, we'll go upstairs and put something on that bruised head, and make it well again." "I struck my head after I saw _it_," said Gwen, laying a stress upon the word "it," averting her eyes from the moonlight and rising with the help of Lady Dashwood. "You may have thought so," said Lady Dashwood. "Come we mustn't stop here. Dr. Middleton probably has letters to write. Jim, good night. I'm sorry you have been so much disturbed, after a hard day's work."